If poets were mathematicians,
they'd say 4*2= 8 but it also
might be a 6. Who knows!
There's a lesson in my quant
book called probability and
hey you geekos, it's not about
practicality. Probability-my so
beautifully fucked up maths
lesson is all about possibility.
Now you know, I haven't touched
it at all. But hey, somewhere in
this world there sure is a place
where practicality meets
possibility; where 4*2 is not
just 6 or 8 but it's all the
numbers that an answer
could be.
.
4*2=10 when we've got 4 dishes
to feed 2 people; but someone
put out 2 slices of that forgotten
velvet cake on the table and the
hungrier one ate both.
.
4*2=6 when we gift 4 different
kinds of flowers, 2 from each
type to our valentine, but that
sweet wicked lover thinks
gypsophillas are nothing but
grasses with fungi. And you can't
say no love, if you love to love
seeing her beam.
.
4*2= 1 when I say that "you and
me, we are all made of nothing
but hope and sand."
4*2 = infinity when we are talking
about Juliet's potential to
heal when Romeo leaves her
alone.
.
4*2 is also equal to 8. But only
when I'm solving that thick
book.
And that is the answer I dislike
the most.
.
Galieo once said that the earth
moved around the sun
And everyone did make a joke
out of it
Now we know, who's got the
last laugh
.
Knowledge is as much
imagination as facts.
So before you call me crazy,
remember it's brave to be what
no one else is. And braver enough
to preach what the world denies.
There is a really worthy place
where every such braveheart has
been lodged in.
And the name of that place is
history.
.
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